Beneath the sapphire veil,
where echoes form from whispered currents,
lies the breathless expanse,
an introspection lost within the tides.
Here, solitude is not absence,
but a companionship woven by depths.
Annotated reflections swim silently,
past remnants of forgotten ships,
trapped in coral embrace,
like once-cherished memories,
submerged and revered.
Silent Isopods Whisper
Vestiges of thought, buoyed amidst
algae drapes, gaze unblinking,
towards horizons where
the shadow meets the surface
in a dance of light and void.
A labyrinth is not a place,
but a circumvention of self;
a complex weaving of inner
streams flowing through cobalt
melange, leading to tuberose shores,
where the ocean's pulse quiets.
Beyond the Conch Horn
In every thrum of the brackish water,
lies an ocean mind—an infinite
chamber echoing one soul's
odyssey through the anemone
gardens of inner peace.
The Eternal Maze